Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2005 19:38:49 -0400
From: Duke Student
Subject: cnn studs rob and anderson (gay/celebrity)
Rob and Anderson go storm-hunting
Far be it from me to take advantage of disasters to write porn, but hey,
you've got to work with what fate gives you, and recently it gave me Rob
Marciano, the unbelievably hot CNN weather reporter. There was a clip back
with Hurricane Ivan of Rob and Anderson Cooper reporting together, and they
had to hold onto each other in the strong winds. That gave me the idea for
this story.
This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge of their
private lives.
If you don't know what Rob looks like...you've been missing out. These are
some of my favorite photos (I think this link will work):
http://photobucket.com/albums/a367/asf6/ (note where Rob's looking in the
third pic...)
It was hurricane season again, and CNN meteorologist and reporter Rob
Marciano had been deployed all over the southeast chasing storms and wading
through floodwater to get the story. He'd loved the weather since he was
young, got his degree in meteorology from Cornell, and gone across the
country from Louisiana to Oregon, trying to get his break and make it big.
He'd done it with CNN, and it looked like he might move up even further as
he'd done a few guest stints as an anchor for the regular news desk.
And although he was a talented reporter and spoke clearly and confidently,
Rob's looks hadn't hurt his rise toward the top. He was 6'2" with a nicely
built physique, his muscular arms and torso beautifully toned from years of
working out. He looked good in a suit but even better when he was sent into
the field to report on extreme weather. Right now, as he prepared for an
interview on the relatively mild storm he'd just covered, he wore a plain
gray t-shirt, which had been pretty loose but was starting to cling to his
body as the light rain and humidity continued.
This allowed Rob's whole upper body into view beneath the tight shirt--his
bulging pecs, the hard nipples pushing out slightly into the fabric, his
solid delts and traps, forming two beautiful broad shoulders, and his thick
biceps and triceps, which swelled incredibly as he gestured to the camera
and at his surroundings, inadvertently flexing and showing off their
gorgeous rounded bulges. All this not to mention his face, with Abercrombie
model good looks, his cheeks and jaw chiseled, his eyes dark and handsome,
and his brown hair gelled slightly. Rob Marciano was nothing short of a
weatherman Adonis.
And there was no shortage of fans to appreciate it, including one of his own
fellow reporters. Sure, all the female anchors loved to flirt with Rob when
he was delivering the weather report, but admiration of the stud reporter's
body was not limited to them. As he stood next to Rob, waiting for his turn
to be interviewed on scene, Anderson Cooper, the silver-haired hunk from
360, couldn't help but gawk openly at the unbearably hot Marciano.
Little did Rob know that it was Anderson who'd put in a good word for him
and gotten him the anchor stint--though they'd started out on really good
terms, Anderson had found it more difficult to talk with Rob since realizing
that he wanted the gorgeous weatherman. But he hadn't been able to avoid him
completely, since Rob was a huge admirer of Anderson's show, and unbeknownst
to the well-known host, of Anderson himself.
Their mutual attraction had secretly come to a head on this trip, Anderson
jacking off to Rob in his hotel room, Rob's mind wandering to sex as he
watched Cooper's show in his. Now, as the two handsome CNN guys stood there
before the camera, both wished without the other knowing that they could
somehow get closer.
As Rob continued talking about the storm, Anderson looked discreetly over
his cut body, quietly admiring his fellow reporter's built torso, able to
make out even the sharp definition of Rob's deliciously ripped eight-pack
beneath the shirt. His eyes wouldn't stay above the waist for long, though,
and he quickly dropped his gaze to stare in awe and lust at Marciano's tight
ass bulging softly out into his khakis. Suddenly he felt his dick pushing
against his own black pants and cursed silently, realizing he'd gotten boned
just checking Rob out. As luck would have it, just then Rob finished his
report and the anchor asked Anderson a question. The camera flipped to him,
and his eyes jerked up from his crotch to stare like a deer in headlights at
millions of viewers. Stuttering, he asked her to repeat herself.
Rob could barely contain his attraction to the hunky older anchor as
Anderson fumbled for words. He wasn't usually into guys at work, and in fact
tried to keep his public life totally free of his sexual desires, but
something about Anderson Cooper got him instantly hard and breathless
whenever he was around him. He never expected reciprocation, and in fact
Cooper had been colder to him recently, but as he glanced accidentally down
to where Anderson's eyes had been, he was amazed to see that the other
reporter was tenting furiously in his modestly tight black pants.
Rob was stunned--first of all by the fact that Anderson was hard (what could
be turning him on?) and also by the sheer size of Cooper's bulge. In Rob's
dreams Anderson was always a healthy 7 inches or so, but this tent looked to
be held up by a shaft that pushed 8 full inches! Without even a moment's
thought, Marciano was hard too, his own tool swelling instantly and pushing
forcefully into his pants.
And if CNN viewers had been watching carefully, they would have seen
Anderson Cooper glance over to Rob Marciano's crotch and his eyes widen
slightly, giving a momentary pause in his report, as he caught sight of
Rob's thick 9-inch cock pressing insistently into his khakis. But, a man of
poise, Anderson kept talking and with only the slightest glance to Rob's
face, turned back to the camera.
Rob waited nervously for a few minutes as Anderson finished his report and
they went off the air. Now the truly nerve-wracking moment had come--both
CNN studs were breathing shallowly, totally hard for each other. Rob
searched for the right words, opening his mouth as if to speak, but his
irresistible attraction to Anderson as well as his anxiety at being caught
prevented him from saying anything at all.
Luckily for both of them, Anderson had decided upon seeing Marciano's bulge
that he couldn't keep himself away any longer. He put his hand to Rob's back
and guided the breathless reporter toward the CNN trailer. "Can we talk in
the trailer?" said Anderson, barely in control of his own body anymore.
"Sure...sure," stuttered Rob, almost speechless in anticipation. They walked
over to the trailer and up the stairs inside, the door closing behind them.
A quick glance to make sure there was no one inside, and Anderson Cooper
turned to Rob Marciano, a look of irrepressible lust in his eyes, and surged
forward, kissing Rob deeply on the lips. The sensation of Anderson's lips on
his, of Anderson's tongue creeping out to force open his mouth, was enough
to break Rob out of his hunk-induced stupor.
"Oh, fuck..." he whispered through the kiss as his hands clenched against
Cooper's tight ass. Rob threw his head up in ecstasy and Anderson devoured
his chin and neck, his mouth racing over the body he'd wanted for so long
but had been denied till now. Eventually he rose back up to meet Marciano's
lips again, but already Anderson's mind was back on the monster tool he had
glimpsed through Rob's pants, and he wasn't going to miss out on that.
Even as he kissed his stud colleague, Cooper let his hands slip down to ease
under Rob's t-shirt. The slick skin, wet with rain and Rob's sweat, felt so
good beneath his fingers as he traced the outline of the other reporter's
eight-pack, then pushed higher to grip Rob's massive pecs, taking the shirt
with them as he felt Marciano's built torso for the first time. A few
seconds later, the wet shirt was coming off completely, rolling tightly over
Rob's thick biceps and delts, leaving his tanned and muscular upper body
completely bare. Anderson didn't waste a moment, kissing and licking all
over Rob's thick, lightly haired chest, then down over his abs and obliques,
easing closer and closer to the ultimate prize.
And Rob, though he lusted after Anderson's prick as well, felt the natural
progression of the stud anchor's head down to his own aching boner and
didn't resist. Cooper couldn't get Rob's pants off fast enough as he
unbuckled his belt and unzipped them, sliding the obstructing fabric down to
the floor of the trailer. Now just a pair of tight gray boxer briefs
separated Anderson's hungry mouth and throat from Rob Marciano's thick
9-inch prick, which was clearly leaking precum freely as it bulged hard into
Rob's briefs. He knew this could end his career, but Anderson had wanted
this for too long, and he quickly pulled them off and caught Rob's massive
cock in his mouth as it flopped out, liberated from Marciano's pants only to
be sealed up tightly between Cooper's lips.
Anderson spent a few seconds just licking and sucking on the broad
mushroom-shaped cockhead, tasting the precum Rob had made for him, before
clutching Marciano's ass tightly in his palms and swallowing the hot
weatherman's dick whole, inch after thick, beautiful inch sliding through
his lips and down his throat. Anderson had sucked cock before, but never one
this gorgeous, this absolutely perfect. Finally his throat opened wide and
Rob's entire 9-inch meat was plunged into Anderson Cooper's mouth. He
massaged Rob's tool with his throat and mouth, gleefully cupping Marciano's
balls with one hand and squeezing his muscular ass with the other. Although
he loved the feeling of Rob's cock in his mouth, Cooper wanted it all--he
wanted to taste this hung reporter stud's juice more than anything else.
And he was certainly close to getting it as Rob moaned softly, his abs
tensing and his dick swelling inside Anderson's mouth as he felt his balls
start to churn. He reached out and grabbed Cooper's silver-gray hair hard,
fucking his huge dick into Anderson's throat. "Fuck, feels so good, your hot
mouth all over my big fuckin' cock," Rob grunted. "Anderson Cooper eating my
fat fuckin' meat," he whispered as Anderson also got off on the dirty talk,
feeling his own prick pressing into his pants, demanding attention.
But Anderson remained focused--obsessed, really--with Rob Marciano's huge,
painfully hard dick, just waiting until it finally--
"Awwwhhh..." Rob groaned as he felt his cock explode inside Anderson's
throat, shot after shot of hot weatherstud cum shooting into his fellow
reporter's mouth. Cooper pulled off and caught the last couple shots on his
tongue, tasting Rob's batter happily, even licking the throbbing cockhead
clean.
"Oh fuck, dude," said Rob, "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you,
and...and--"
"Shut up, Rob," Cooper answered. "You're a fucking god--don't tell me what
you want. Just take it."
Rob didn't need any more prompting as he tore off Anderson's blue
button-down shirt, not letting the buttons get in the way of his quest for
Cooper's body. His own thick chest and shoulders were heaving as he looked
over his partner's shirtless torso, just thinking about what he was now free
to do.
And he didn't waste any time doing it as he pulled off Anderson's belt,
undid his pants and pulled down the zipper. Cooper, who'd kept from jacking
his own dick while he was sucking Rob's, felt the desperate desire to blow
his load as Marciano shoved down his pants and boxer briefs, but held back
to make this last as long as possible. Rob, meanwhile, who had just busted
his, was already hard again as he swallowed Anderson's 8-inch cock, his
boner pushing against Cooper's leg.
Rob deep-throated the gray-haired hunk's fat tool for a few seconds, but
quickly dropped to tongue his balls, then slid all the way around to stick
his hot tongue deep into Anderson's ass. Cooper gasped in pleasure as he
felt Marciano enter him, and as the gorgeous weatherman continued eating him
out, Anderson felt himself nearing the edge, his eyes flicking as his balls
tightened.
"Oh no you don't," said Rob huskily as he pulled away, then shoved Anderson
back onto the bed at the back of the trailer. Anderson looked up to see
Rob's naked, muscular Italian frame towering over him, his cut torso
gleaming with sweat, his handsome face grinning with lust, and his 9-inch
cock standing full mast and already dripping again. Right then he knew he
was going to be fucked.
Rob slid inside him so easily, his cock pushing halfway in on the first
stroke alone. Anderson gasped, not at the penetration, which he'd felt
before, but at the thought of Rob Marciano, the built stud he'd wanted for
months, finally fucking him. Rob seemed to be equally enthusiastic, pushing
harder and deeper until finally his entire massive length was buried in
Anderson Cooper's asshole.
"So full of your huge fuckin' cock," the anchor whispered, breathing
shallowly. "Rob Marciano fuckin' my ass." He closed his eyes as Rob's broad
cockhead massaged his prostate, the hot reporter's big hands caressing
Anderson's pecs and neck, then up to his cheeks, at the same time. As he
looked into Rob's eyes and felt the enormous mass of his friend's prick
expand further in his hole, Cooper lost it. He felt his load come pouring
out of his aching 8-inch tool onto his abs, onto Rob's, and all over the
bed. Marciano needed only the sight of Anderson Cooper, moaning, his thick
cock oozing cum, his defined torso tense with pleasure, his tight ass full
of Rob's dick, and he too was busting his nut again, filling Anderson's ass
just as he'd filled his mouth.
Eventually Rob put a hand to his eight-pack and scooped some of Cooper's
juice to his lips. He tasted it, smiling broadly, then leaned down to kiss
Anderson more passionately even than before.
"Fuckin' hot," breathed Anderson through the kiss. A moment later Rob stood
and began dressing again. Cooper looked disappointed.
"That's it?"
"I got a report at 8, man. Can't fuck all day." Anderson just nodded sadly
as Rob pulled on his pants. He didn't see it coming as Marciano moved back
to the bed and pushed Anderson to his back, his big hard pecs pressing
against Cooper's, his lips embracing Anderson's, and his still-hard cock
straining into Anderson's leg through the pants fabric. "Doesn't mean we
can't fuck all night." With that he pulled away.
Rob Marciano pulled his shirt on and walked out, leaving a very satisfied
but very spent Anderson Cooper behind him. Anderson sighed loudly as he
grinned--this was gonna be a fucking amazing day.
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